* Based on a Billy Collins poem at the bottom of the page!

Bottled Up

If I could capture
twilight in mason jars,
wear you around my neck
in a silver locket -
I would, you know.

But yearning and anxiety,
butterflies encapsulated
in a beach ball,
run recklessly awry
and the thirst
I seek for completion
is magnified tenfold.

You desire chemistry
value the rhythm
while I prefer kisses
filled with empty promises.
You bequeath me roses
with thorny outcomes.

You pull me close,
chase away the tapes
that run rampant in a blistered mind.
I just feel hollow
in the knowledge
that you won’t change
and I won’t reveal feelings aborted
because it is lies I covet,
            while you shun truth.